But she doesn’t say anything. The pads of her fingers dip down and play with my balls, causing me to tense. She kisses my shoulder blade and then strokes me again, this time applying more pressure.
“Five.”
I take a deep breath, willing my racing heart to steady, but it’s impossible while we float in the water, her hand on my dick, pausing so goddamn long in between strokes.
After a few more seconds, she slides her hand over my length, squeezing just a touch harder, circling around the head, and then coming back to the base.
“Six.”
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, my hands dragging over my face, unable to do anything as she tortures me in the best way possible.
Releasing me, she moves toward my front and then presses her hand to my chest, moving me up against the embankment of the pond. She presses her arms together, causing her tits to billow out of the water, giving me the most beautiful view as she reaches between my legs again and squeezes me fucking tight this time, then pumps my cock.
“Seven,” she says almost breathlessly. Then she pumps again. “Eight.”
And again.
“Nine.”
I’m fucking panting, my arms draped over the embankment, my entire body tingling, my orgasm starting to stack up and build.
Her eyes remain fixed on mine, her hand gripping me, tightening around me at the base, like a goddamn vise. And slowly, so fucking slowly, she moves her palm up my length, squeezing so goddamn hard that a hiss escapes my lips. When she reaches the head, she encircles it with her forefinger and thumb, twisting and smoothing, the sensation driving me fucking wild as I thrust into her hand, or attempt to.
“Fuck, Renley,” I whisper, wanting so much more.
Wanting her to fuck me.
But she doesn’t. Instead she rubs the head, over and over and over again until my stomach starts to knot and my legs begin to shake…
Don’t come, don’t fucking come, not like this.
But Jesus Christ…uhhhhh, fuuuuck.
I grit my teeth as she does one more pass and then brings her hand down my length and whispers, “Ten.”
Then she releases me and swims backward, a smile on her face.
I stare at her, dazed, my cock twitching, begging, ready to fucking explode.
When my eyes connect with hers, she has a sensual glint in her expression, almost like she’s waiting for me to make the next move. I can barely fucking think as I throb with need.
My chest is heaving.
My hands are itching to finish the job, to give me the relief that I need.
But I don’t want my hand. I want her.
“Truth…or dare?” I ask, my breath heavy.
“Dare,” she says, just what I was hoping.
I wet my lips and say, “Get the fuck over here and let me make you scream.”
There’s no surprise on her face.
Not even an ounce of shock.
It’s like she’s wanted this the whole time.
